My husband, James, recently submitted a story about our first home and the spectacular threesome we shared with our Realtor and friend, Amanda. That was one of the most erotic, most memorable nights of my life, and I think James did a great job retelling the events that took place. But while reading the story, I noticed one very minor mistake, one he didn't...
Note to readers. This is a revised version of an earlier piece with the same name. I've incorporated some very helpful suggestions from two anonymous sources and excellent editing suggestions from Estragon. * There is a name for heaven on earth. Tribbing. It's also called scissoring, grinding, and pussy pounding. When you do it with the woman you love, it...
We are sitting together at a booth, drink and nibbles in our reach. All the guys are looking at us because of the way in which we are looking at each other. They know that they are not invited to this little gathering. You are dressed seductively for our first date, short black skirt, long black boots and loose shirt with the buttons just low enough to let...
It was my senior year of college and I had yet to participate in anything fun. My days, and sadly my nights too, had consisted of studying and downing red bulls in the hopes of making it into medical school, which I did! I was beyond happy and yet still felt a yearning. The school year had been gone by in a flash and though successful in an academic sense t...
"Wake up, beautiful." "Morning, gorgeous." Grace rolled over and kissed Linda. Both of the beauties - each indeed matched the others' verbal description - were clad in panties and babydoll nighties. As was usual when they slept together. "Grace -- are you awake enough to talk?" "Sure." "We should talk about where we are going." "Going? Is everything OK?...
Well, I'd walk her to the door, and I'd wait to see if she would ask me to come in. I would have been dropping hints all night, you know. Smile here; touch there, just little things. so I'd turn to go, but she'd grab my shoulder, turn me around and kiss me, then ask if I'd like to come in. Wouldn't hear me complaining. Basically we'd end up in the bedroom....
Smiling, I kiss your shoulder, moving to your neck, and turn my head to kiss your lips. You smile, sated and content, letting the bubbles ease you back to normal, your breathing easing to an even rhythm. Brushing my lips softly over yours, you smile, and whisper, "Shall we take this inside?" Smiling back I whisper, "Yes" Gently lifting you off my lap we s...
The early morning sun began to shine brightly through our bedroom window- waking me up. I wasn’t much of a morning person until the first morning you and I woke up in each other’s arms. After that, I grew to love mornings. Our mornings were special. It was the one time of the day where we actually got to hold each other close and not be in a big hurry. All t...
I sit at the gay bar in my usual spot, drinking my drink every Friday night after having a hell of a week at work. I've unbuttoned my shirt and am trying to relax after thinking about all the paperwork I now have in my bag that I'll spend the weekend going over. I know most of the customers in this quiet after work spot, and although we never speak to one an...
Most people define bisexual as being attracted to both male and female genders. I agree with that definition, but I have an alternate definition of that word. For me, bisexual truly means that I am both male and female at once. I feel as though I am a heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman coexisting within the same body. I don't consider myself as tran...